Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
 Krayzie:
 Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.

 Bizzy:
 Ready be off 'em in a coffin, and a all'll be sprayed. Follow the murderous gauge. Follow me murderous ways. Steadily
 pumpin' must my killas peel ya. Po-po was all I saw. Pop, pop, outta the window. We roll. Lil' Ripsta realer off and better
 often swang, tossed off in a coffin with bangs. Slang on the darkside, man. Bang on the darkside, man. Outta the thuggish
 ruggish city where-a we bail, when I went back to my lair with the twelve gauge Mossberg pumpin' shells. You're bloody
 murder murdered. Comin' to serve ya, runnin' with gats and bats and balls, and a fifth of Rose is how we roll.

 Krayzie:
 Krayzie's on, and I crept, and I came up. Remember that killa, that nigga named Leatherface. Now if you a thug, nigga, pick
 up your pump and buck it. Put the bitch up in the gutter, fuck it. Nigga, we told ya be fucked up, and startin' this rap thang,
 now. Never takin' no shorts or losses, man--no way, no how--poppin' now. I still be that thug and I doubt if I change my
 daily thang. Nigga, don't hang with the phony busta niggas, only roll with thugstas, killas. Beat 'em in gutters. Me stick 'em.
 Me stuck 'em. We murdered 'em every time, now. Bodies be dug off in dumpsters--execution double nine style. Hey, say,
 give it up to the niggas who steady be slangin' that llello, bankroll. When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. When the
 po-po roll, that's when you lay low. When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low.

 Layzie:
 Nigga, you shoulda seen the Bone--they came and touched down. Came up with a plan, and we creepin' up outta me
 hometown. Me hate to be leavin' the glock-glock, now, but I'm livin' so low down, Bone gotta roll out. We livin' like trues,
 give it up to the bang, always stay down for my thang. And I still remain the same, never gonna change. Out my hood, I claim.
 Nigga done jumped in the game. It's straight up confusion, 'cause niggas be shady. Niggas still gotta watch his back daily,
 even more lately, but they can't break little Layzie. So a nigga stay focused, I gotta get paid. The buddah, it run me forever,
 me blaze. Thuggin' in my murderous ways. Praisin' the gauge, let the buckshots spray. We shoot to this day. [Gotta 'em,
 killa.] No shorts or no losses was meant, nigga, not played. Bottom line, nigga. And Cleveland in your face. And nigga, we
 rollin' with Ruthless in the nine for the pain, for the gain, for the love of money, fuck the fame, we peep game. We crept and we
 came.

 Bizzy:
 Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
 Krayzie:
 Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.

 Wish:
 Bone crept and we came in the gang. Bang. Told ya, get down for them thangs, man, but Bone still kickin' with the same trues
 thuggin' on the Glock-glock. Ain't shit changed. Buck 'em. Fuck 'em. Put 'em in the ground, way down, lay down, busta.
 Nigga, don't be tryin' no dumb shit; Bone's still pumpin' them daily slugs at ya. Creepin' up outta the hood, roll to the West
 Coast with this rap shit--nigga made good. Thinkin' on the nine nine, reachin' for my nine, reachin' for your shit, wish you
 would. Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in a bodybag. Nigga, down for your cash. Nigga, that's your life. Nigga, it's like that
 when my shit claims one through the temple straight to the mind. Bailin' down the Clair, gettin' much love, needin' mo' bud,
 gotta sell me some dum-dum smoke, me meanin' that yum-yum dope, and it shit to swang some thangs, puttin' my gauge to
 your throat.

 Bizzy:
 Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
 Krayzie:
 Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.

 Flesh:
 A nigga stay down for my thang, bang, sendin' them bullets up into the brains of the bustas. Hustlas, so nigga, never trust us.
 We the muthafuckin' thugstas, drug this twelve gauge pumpsta, nigga, no shorts or no losses. Nigga, the fifth dog. Maintain,
 swang, gotta kick 'em off, insane, so many hoes done took a loss. Nigga, get tossed by the boss, and I'm off the hook when I
 put it down with Bone. Wanna fuck with a thug? You're wrong. On the ground, they lay, when I spray that chrome.
 Bullets--they fly. Niggas--they die. I'm comin' up when I ride, got mine, East 99, off into that crime when the thugstas find
 they time to grind. Droppin' the dime, packin' the nine, and ready to bang. Pullin' the triggers to blow out your brains. Bone
 got a game, man. We crept and we came.

 Krayzie:
 Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.
 Bizzy:
 Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
 Krayzie:
 Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill